Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

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ANCIENT SONGS
Then up they took that lothly dame,
And home anone they bringe : g&
And there fir Gawaine he her wed,
And married her with a ringe.
And when they were in wed-bed laid,
And all were done awaye ;
Come turne to mee, mine owne wed-lord
Come turne to mee I praye.
Sir Gawaine fcant could lift his head,
For forrowe and for care ;
When, lo ! inftead of that lothelye dame,
Hee fawe a young ladye faire. : 100
Sweet blufhes ftayn'd her rud-red cheeke,
Her eyen were blacke. as floe :
The ripening cherrye fwellde her lippe,
And all her necke was fnowe.
Sir Gawaine kifs'd that lady faire, 105
Lying upon the fheete :
And fvvore, as he was a true knighte,]
The fpice was never foe fweete.
Sir Gawaine kifs'd that lady brighte,
Lying there by his fide :
" The faireft flower is not foe faire ;
Thou never can'ft bee my bride."
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